... She could have returned to far worse places, probably, so Asaraanda can stay calm for the moment. She spares the chai and biscuits a glance and refocuses on her surroundings, kneeling by the flowers with her staff to the ground.

"Where are you?" she calls, fingertips brushing over the flower petals, absently counting them. "You brought me here, the least you can do is greet your guest."